Vertical Meat

Gentrified and domesticated

Gain a stump, lose a tail-arm

Grease the wheel on that jaw-hinge

Now an ache where the itch was

We are vertical meat

We are grief lung

Nought but wet piece

Steeped in bone-broth

And stored in cupboard

And of course now it's Bright Eyes

Ice in latex

As blue as flashbacks

Makeshift compress

Cheap foreshadowing

What else?

What else?

Hands and birdsong

Misremembered

After the sound

Silence

She worked hard

She worked hard she she hard she she hard work she hard hard she work hard she she worked hard hard she

And after

The sound